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The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
ā½ Things Aren Kuboyasu would do as a lover
ā½ Domesticity with Aren Kuboyasu
My Hero Academia
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ā½ Physical touch with them (bakusquad)
ā½ The big three after a fight
Slam Dunk
ā½ Horror Movie Sleepover with Shohoku Boys (+ Ayako)
ā½ Shared Dorm Headcanons (Shohoku)
Hajime no Ippo
ā½ Kimura Tatsuya as a lover
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Izuku is apologizing, trying to talk it out, heās definitely the type to keep some things inside so he might be a little quiet and JUST A TAD BIT pouty, but itās more like heās trying to suppress his feelings because he doesnāt want to burden you. But you'll talk it out... eventually, perhaps a few days after or even full blown weeks after. Izuku isn't great with talking about his feelings but once you get him to talk he's trying his best to put his feelings into words. Arguments with him are quiet and full of pretending to be okay.
Shoto is quiet, definitely, but he actually tries more than Izuku. As in the way that he will want to talk. Heās seen what happens when people donāt talk, when people are mistreated, heās scared to repeat anything that he had to experience since childhood. He might need some time alone, and he feels things deeply, but heāll try to talk to you. He wonāt want you to leave the room, silently holding your wrist. He's surprisingly very good at articulating his emotions and feelings, wanting to understand you and you to understand him. Arguments with Shoto are gentle, sometimes heated but it never goes far, they always end with him telling you, "Please tell me your thoughts, I want to understand you."
Unsurprisingly, Katsuki is the one whoāll let you go, not go like a break up but he lets you leave the room. Itās not that he doesnāt want you here, but he genuinely thinks that he doesnāt deserve you. That, once you leave this room youāre gonna leave his life. Katsuki is someone who holds a lot of guilt, yet he doesnāt do anything about it. Well, heās learning to, but his first reaction is always to blame himself, drowning in self guilt. So when you do come back eventually? His eyes are red and heās apologizingāits muffled and quiet, his face buried in your shirt, afraid to show you how pathetic he looks right now, but glad you came back. Arguments with Katsuki are loud and explosive, words that can't be taken back are shouted, yet they always end with cuddling and tears, and each time he gets a little better at controling his emotions
A/N: Should i write this into a full blown fic? Like a mini one?
Kimura Tatsuya is so sweet as a lover, always wanting to treat you like a princess. Heck, at this point itās not princess treatment anymore, it's QUEEN treatment. Since his family runs a flower shop, heās the type of boyfriend that cherry picks the rarest flowers, the ones hard to bloom and those with special meanings to give you. Heāll arrange them beautifully in a bouquet, based on your favorite colors, fragrance, personality, everything and anything that makes you absolutely feel heard.Ā
Boyfriend!Kimura who buys you a cute little keychain you once said you liked at a festival months ago, a small passing moment but he remembers how upset you looked when you didnāt have your wallet on you and were unable to purchase it. It was hard to track it down again, with the original stall closing down, but in the end he finds the exact one.
Boyfriend!Kimura who freezes and blushes so hard when you visit Kamogawa Boxing Gym, he feels like his heart skipped a beat, or maybe multiple. Seeing you, his supporter, his joy, his biggest motivation to win in boxing (and in life, though you dating him he already considers it a big win), in his world? Nahā¦ heās so gone. He actively clutches his chest, coughing and hacking as he tries to compose himself before walking over to you. He really tries to act nonchalant but it always slips, heās the most chalant boyfriend ever. <3
Boyfriend!Kimura who is afraid of you after hisĀ matches. His face is completely messed up, a swollen eye, bruised cheeks, a split lip and pink marks all poorly covered in gauzes and band aids in a futile attempt. If he won heās more excited to see you, shy of his state but proud, hoping you are too. He wants to hug you so badly but he wonāt, afraid that heāll get his sweat and blood on you. SO IF YOU DO HUG HIM? heās completely frozen and actually takes a while before he hugs you back. āIām gonna marry her one dayā¦ā he thinks.Ā
Boyfriend!Kimura who genuinely starts crying when you see him after his losses. He doesnāt mean to, he tried to keep a cool front but seeing your expression, how you genuinely care for him, it breaks down all his walls. āI really wanted to win for youā¦ā Hug him and heāll melt into your arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck, tears staining your shirt as your fingers rake through his hair. After a while heāll pull back, look into your eyes and say āIāll win next time. I canāt look uncool in front of my girlfriend, what kind of boyfriend would I be??ā trying to lighten the mood.Ā
Boyfriend!Kimura who absolutely takes you on rides on his moped. Heās really scared of anything happening to you so he drives REALLY SLOW.
āYou can go faster yāknow, Tatsuya.ā
āAnd risk hurting you??? No way. Hold on tight, baby.āĀ
Heās so sweet with it as well, holding onto your hand the whole time, making sure you hold onto him tight. Night drives are full of laughter, songs on the radio and talks of deep subjects and the cute chubby cat you saw today.
just some thoughts of kimura tatsuya as a lover. He's so cute istg
Multiple characters x gn!reader. (Kirishima, Bakugo, Kaminari, Sero) Art creds
Kirishima is someone who loves physical touch. Expect bear hugs, hair ruffles, hand holding, and frequent forehead chuus. His touch is very natural, expressive and full of emotion. You do something that makes you happy or proud? Heās rushing in, picking you up, spinning you around before he gives you a bone crushing hug.Ā
Feeling down? Kirishima is softly hugging you from behind, arms slowly reaching and pulling you towards his chest, as if to try to shield you from the worldāfrom anything that might take that smile he oh so loves. Heās the type of lover thatāll kiss all over your face, face all red, saying how unfair how cute you are.Ā
Bakugo is not really one to initiate physical touch. Does he secretly love it? yes. Will he ever say that? Maybe. If youāre really lucky he might murmur it one day, muffled by your hair as he pulls you in close and stays there. He might act like he finds hugs annoying but when you do hug him he never pulls away. Never pushes. In fact he actually holds you a little closer, his shoulders dropping just an inch.Ā
The type of touch Katsuki initiates is mostly resting a hand on your waist or your hip. It's a ghost of a touch, but there nonetheless. Bakugo's type of physical touch is protective, pulling you closer during late night walks through dark alleyways, holding your hand so he walks on the traffic side of the sidewalk, moving in front of you if thereās danger in front. But every once in a while heāll look at you, stare at your face so long you start thinking maybe something is on your face, and heāll lean in and press the gentlest touch of lips on your cheek.
Kaminari thrives on physical touch, heāll hug you every chance he gets and this man is actually so clingy it's painful (ly cute). A part of your body needs to absolutely be touching no matter whatāshoulders bumping during study, hands intertwined on walks, resting his chin on your head during cuddles, palm on the small of your back navigating through crowdsāthis man is obsessed with you.Ā
Heās not afraid to show love, he adores it, but sometimes heās really afraid of overstepping. Like, one time you gently moved away from his touch, just not feeling it at that momentāweighed down by something that had happened earlierāand the whole day after that he didnāt initiate a single touch. Hovering around and trying to stay out of your way while also taking care of you, your favorite yogurt? Milk? Sweet treat? Comfort meal? Heās already handing them all to you. Denki is just someone who needs reassurance, after that? Heās clingy again. āI thought you hated meā¦ā he says with a pout. The pout is a little dramatic and over exaggerated, but the gloss in his eyes tells you he was genuinely scared that you were gonna leave him.
Sero is such a cutie when it comes to physical touch, especially when it comes to you. Heās the type of lover who tries to be perfect, proper, gentlemanlyā¦ though sometimes his real self slips, and itās absolutely adorable when it does. His touch is: gentle brushes of fingers when walking together, using his tape to pull you closer if youāre in danger or even anything remotely risky (petting a stray dog? Nah heās pulling you closer), tucking your hair behind your ear or pushing it back if itās shorter.
His touch is careful, practical, and because of all of this it feels really intimate and meaningful. Sometimes he loses the gentleman act and will just lean in and steal a quick peck on your cheek, or maybe ātripā and hold your hand to steady himselfāhis touches are always cheeky. Sero might not be fully confident in himself so give him a nudge or tell him if you want more physical touch, after that he lets out an audible sigh and immediately pulls you in. āJusā wanted tābe perfect for youā¦ā
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Bakugo is not really one to initiate physical touch. Does he secretly love it? yes. Will he ever say that? Maybe. If youāre really lucky he might murmur it one day, muffled by your hair as he pulls you in close and stays there. He might act like he finds hugs annoying but when you do hug him he never pulls away. Never pushes. In fact he actually holds you a little closer, his shoulders dropping just an inch.
The type of touch Katsuki initiates is mostly resting a hand on your waist or your hip. It's a ghost of a touch, but there nonetheless. Bakugoās type of physical touch is protective, pulling you closer during late night walks through dark alleyways, holding your hand so he walks on the traffic side of the sidewalk, moving in front of you if thereās danger in front. But every once in a while heāll look at you, stare at your face so long you start thinking maybe something is on your face, and heāll lean in and press the gentlest touch of lips on your cheek.
A/N: gonna post the one for all of bakusquad when i go back home (Kirishima, Denki, Sero) but so far just for Bakugo. Join my discord server, all about MHA!
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ā¢ Bakugo would get you an A in whatever class youāre struggling inā¦ that is if you ask him for help and he actually tolerates you enough to help. He might shout at you here and there and seem impatient if it takes you a while to understand the concept, but one thing about Bakugo is that he wonāt give up. He wonāt say āYouāre hopelessā. Heāll shout, say youāre dumb, but he will continue to explain the topic thoroughly for you.Ā
ā¢ Overwhelmed? Stressed? Having a mental breakdown? Bakugo doesnāt really know how to deal with situations like that, when someone is being vulnerable and showing him things he would never show anyone, but heāll do his best. A hand might come up to rest on the top of your head, grounding you in the moment, or heāll find some tissue papers if the tears start.Ā
ā¢ Katsuki is a pretty emotional guy, although hidden. He understands setting high goals for yourself, burning yourself out to chase perfection and being the very best, so heāll move a bit closer by instinct to try to show you he understands. He might not say anything, but if you continue to try to study his tone is much softer all of a sudden. Heāll start off with an easier question, one he knows youāll get right, then say something along the lines, āYouāre not an idiot, idiotā¦ This shitās hard fāme too.ā You only hear it once, and when he says it it's barely audible.
ā¢ There are moments of complete silence between the both of you, nothing but the scritch of pencil on paper, the whir of the air conditioning in the library, and the tapping of keyboard. Occasionally he might push a bottle of water close to you, reminding you to drink, or maybe ask where youāre at but mostly itās quiet. Peaceful. Shocking, I know, but Bakugo is the type of guy that values comfortable silences, it means he really trusts you in his space.Ā
ā¢ Izuku is the sweetest when it comes to studying. Heās earnest and wonāt let you apologize if you donāt follow/understand. Heās always ready to make another example (though sometimes those themselves are kind of hard to follow- but he does his best). Heāll give words of encouragement, telling you not to doubt your ability. This broccoli-haired nerd will absolutely get you an A, with you having a smile on your face the whole study session.Ā
ā¢ If he even gets an inkling of you being stressed or overwhelmed heās immediately slowing down. Handing you water and a little snack. Midoriya is pretty perceptive with emotions and the tell-tale signs of making yourself smaller for others, often doing it himself, so if he sees someone who he cares about doing that too? It makes his chest tighten, his throat close up. Heāll gently tap your notes, stopping you from continuing to study and offer to go out for a walk with you, to change the view of scenery and to bring you back to the present.Ā
ā¢ The walk is calming, with Midoriya, heās talking, making everything seem less scary than it all is. He talks about his training, his own studies, nerding out on heroes or his own niche, trying to distract you. Overtime, you find your shoulders dropping, a small smile adorning your face. Heāll ask questions about you too, but if you donāt want to answer then heās perfectly happy with a silent walk.
ā¢ Back in the library heāll slowly re-explain the topic, easing back in with questions on topics you do understand to make you feel better. Izuku knows how much potential you have, you just hold yourself up to too high standards for yourself, burning out faster than a firework. Heāll stay up with you, going through every topic until you finally feel confident to take that exam.Ā
ā¢ Todoroki is a very silent study partner, itās not because he doesnāt want to talk, he just isnāt quite sure what to do in this situation. Heās used to being the observer of the group, watching, listening, and going along with what everyone else is doing. So when itās just the two of you alone? He gets a little clueless. But that isnāt to say that heās not a good study partner, however donāt be expecting a grade of A. His teaching is more up to the standard of a B or a B plus.
ā¢ Heās not the type to offer help, heās afraid of overstepping or making it seem like heās ābetterā than you so youāll have to be the one to ask for help. Once you do? Heās really sweet and gentle about it, treating this moment as something vulnerable, preciousāa memory heāll look forward to thinking about at night when heās on his bed. Shoto tries his best to explain topics, however his examples are quite hard to follow. Unorthodox study techniques and vague advice such as āProcastiā¦nation? I usually pick up my notebook and start.ā However, he will absolutely do his best for you.Ā
ā¢ Problems with procrastination? Trouble focusing for long periods of time? Irregular study schedule? Shoto's already making a study schedule for you, with five minute and fifteen minute break intervals, and he wonāt say it but he assumes that youāll be together every study session. He just sees it as youāre his study partner. You need help. He wants to help. So heāll help. Itās all that simple in his head.
"What about procrastinating?"
"You won't."
"How do you know that?"
āBecause Iāll be there.ā
"Every single time?"
āShould I notā¦?ā
ā¢ You would think that Shoto isnāt the best at comforting, a very functional type of guy showing limited emotions. Heās not very expressive, but when it comes to comfort? Heāll give it in the way he wished someone had given him. Or heāll just think back to how Fuyumi acts, always the best at emotions in his mind. Heāll offer his jacket, or his shoulder for you to cry on. Asks if you need tissues. And because he wants to do everything right heāll occasionally follow up with a question if you want him to talk, want him to be quiet, or whatever you want. Todoroki is absolutely so ready to get you whatever you needājuice? A smoothie? A snack? Heās already standing up to get it.
A/N: ahhh, this might not be in character- I havenāt watched the latest seasons yet so- but this is feeding my 15 year old self right now <3 join my discord server all about MHA!
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Aren was definitely the one to confess first, all dressed up in a haoriātraditional Japanese formal wearāstuttering and stumbling over his words. It hit him on the day you were sick and absent from school. After all the time spent together, growing close enough for little privileges only shared between the two of you, he felt itāhis heart clenched, his mind clouded with worry. Thatās when he realized he liked you. He spent a total of 3 days thinking about what to do before he confessed.
Aren is the type of lover that takes you out on those formal dinner dates. Heāll be at your home to pick you up earlier than the appointed time because he was nervous. Heāll be on his best behavior but super uncomfortable so in the end you dragged him out and went riding on his motorcycle instead (he was very hesitant, he was too scared that you would get injured). He would totally buy you all the protective gear and even spend hours trying to find a helmet design that matches your aesthetic.
Heās totally overprotective of you and will not hesitate to participate in PDA (even if he becomes a blushing mess) to chase away any onlookers or any admirers of yours. Your relationship progressed really slowly, mostly due to the fact that Aren is super conservative, only holding hands after a couple of months into the relationship. However, if youāre not a fan of PDA then heās totally fine with that, after all, he has nothing but respect for his future wife <3
If anyone so much as laid a hand on youāor even looked at you with anything less or more than friendly intentāheād already be in their face, veins tense and jaw tight. Everytime Aren walks with you and sees a bully he canāt help but stop and beat them up. Which you donāt mind at all: A. because heās doing a good deed, and B. because he looks incredibly good while doing it.
Aren is the type of lover to give you flowers. Heād be really shy about it, stuttering and blushing furiously but heād hand it to you nonetheless. Heās a classic gentleman, just a shy one. Heād give you flowers and chocolate on Valentines and would be surprised if you gave some for him (heās so head over heels for you).Ā
He would tell you about his past, after slipping up many times, and heād be pretty open about it, only with you. Sometimes Aren will say to you how he misses his old life and hair but then heād always say that he doesnāt regret a thing though, because in the end thatās what led him to meet you.Ā
Aren is the type of lover who would cook and bake for you. He would spend hours perfecting his skills (which only took 2 or 3 hours) to make a dish you wanted to eat or a dessert you craved. Cooking and baking dates are a must with him, either it being at his place or yours. But he prefers to go to your house because, according to him, it protects your reputation. (heās so sweet)
Aren is the type of lover that'll take special care of you on your period, buying pads and tampons and everything. Although he didnāt know anything about periods he pulled an all nighter reading so many resources about it. He cooks and bakes you whatever you want on your period (he still does it when youāre not). Heās being even more clingy to you on your period, making sure you feel loved and cherished, paying attention to every little detail.
Although he still says āOh wowā at Teruhashi (itās a normal reaction, I would totally too) he still loves you wholeheartedly. He always makes sure to hold your hand or reassure you that he loves you and that you look wayyy better than Teruhashi. Heāll give you the whole speech of āThereās only room for one woman in my life.ā
Aren is the type of lover that will plan your childrenās names and everything. Heāll be combing his fingers through your hair and braiding it while excitedly talking about it. Heāll rest his head on your lap sometimes as well, feeling vulnerable with you after being so hyper aware all his life.
A/N : I've recently been rewatching tdlosk and I'm so in love with Aren istggg. Anyways, please request something I'm out of ideas. As always, stay delusional ya'lls! (*Ā“ā`*)
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Boyfriend!Aren Kuboyasu x gn!reader. 1.4k words. tw: swearing.
ā¢ Not living together
ā¢ Aren is the first person you see when you walk out of your house/apartment, immediately looking the other way as if he wasnāt pressing his ear on the door to hear when you were coming. Heād wake up early everyday, with the excitement and intention to walk you to school. The first time he walked you to school he internally screamed the whole way. THE GOOD SCREAMING. He just couldnāt believe someone trusts him this much, especially someone like you. (He definitely thinks youāre WAYYY out of his league.)
ā¢ The former delinquent is always on his best behavior around you, however the little slips are what makes him him. His righteous personality to help others, understand others, and protect them are HARDDD. Meaning? He canāt NOT do that with you. Get ready to have princess treatment 24/7. You can carry your own bag? Too bad. Heās already slinging it over his shoulder. The sun is getting in your eyes? Heās already moving, raising a hand to help block the blinding light. And itās all natural to him. Sure, heās blushing and overthinking everything as he does these actions but he never questions it, he wants to take care of the person he loves. The only thing he does question is if youāll be uncomfortable or not.
ā¢ He definitely cooks for you. AND HEāS A GREAT COOK TOO. Donāt be surprised if he says something along the lines of āI accidentally made extra.ā at lunch time, because this man will absolutely ask your friends what your favorite food is. Or maybe heād ask you and make it the next day saying he was ājust craving itā. The blush on his face says otherwiseā¦ š¤ OH and if you love sweet things more than savory? He is LEARNING. Staying up to learn how to make your favorite baked goods. Heād be too shy to give you any that doesnāt look perfect, but if you DO eat those? Heās yours forever (not that he wasnāt anyways-) but in that moment heās at war with himself to go down on one knee RIGHT THEN AND THERE.Ā
ā¢ Aren is an āacts of serviceā guy through and through. Hair getting in your eyes? Heās brushing it back or tucking it behind your ear, not even overthinking it. It just comes so naturally to him. Only if you blush will he realize and blush too, turning away to try and not out himself when we all know heās so head over heels. Heāll study hard, stay up reading until the first crack of dawn, just so he can help teach you on a subject or topic you were struggling on. He wants to help you, genuinely, and a part of him likes it when you lean onto him. When you compliment him?? OH HE IS REDDDD. AND SO SMUG. SO SMUG. Heāll help do your homework if he sees youāre tired, trying his best to replicate your handwriting if he has to.Ā
ā¢ Aren is the type of lover that will find out what your love language is so he can show you in your language how much he loves you. Heāll buy you your favorite snacks and hand them over like it wasnāt a big deal, and then hands over a whole bag full of them when he sees your smile. Heās the type to bring spare shoes if he sees you decided to wear any shoes that might be uncomfortable in a few hours. OH BUT HE ALSO LOVES FOREHEAD KISSES. GIVING OR RECEIVING HE DIES.Ā
ā¢ Living together
ā¢ Heāll wake you up with breakfast in bed if youāre feeling unwell, tired, or just mentally drained. Itās perfectly made just the way you like it and heāll bring his own breakfast to eat next to you. If you want to talk then he listens earnestly, dropping a few āNO WAYā, āWHAT??ā, āSHE SAID THAT?ā to show you heās paying attention. Also he just really loves being able to be in your world. If you donāt want to talk then heāll do the talking. Gently bringing up things like what heās interested in recently, new hobbies, old hobbies, his friends and the stupid thing Nendo did the other day, or maybe something even as simple as āLetās go out together today. Ya craving anything?ā Heāll press his lips softly to your forehead, gently pulling you in for a hug that he tries to not hold you too tightly. If you like tight hugs though? Oh- this man is giving you SUCH a tight hug. Like those Ghibli hugs, absolutely just holding you close to his heart where you can hear the fast and steady beat. Sometimes he might say something you donāt expect, like, āHear that? Thatās how ya make me feel every time you smile. Shit drives me crazy sometimes, ya know that?ā
ā¢ Aren is keeping you in bed, if you gotta get up early to be somewhere? Make sure to spare 5 to 10 minutes of pure cuddling. āNoā¦ Donā go yetā¦ 5 more minutesā¦ā The first 6 minutes heās holding you close, still half asleep, the next 2 minutes is spent staring at you, stars in his eyes. The last 2 minutes is him kissing you, soft gentle presses of lips against your forehead and then finally your lips. He wants to prolong the moment as much as he can. When you finally come back home he greets you with a kiss and dinner <3Ā
ā¢ Heās also is a big touch guy, so around your guys place heāll always brush past you, a hand lightly hovering around your waist or hip. But at the same time it makes him go crazy, heās always shy when it comes to you. He just wants to treat you well so heāll definitely overthink almost everything. Cup his cheeks and say youāre fine? Aren is melting, immediately pulling you into a tight hug with a āYa too fuckinā cute, loveā¦ā heād mumble into your hair.Ā
ā¢ Moving around the kitchen together is probably one of his favorite things. When both of you cook together, moving, opening the fridge, chopping vegetables and stirring the pot. It all feels so natural, especially with Aren complimenting your skills even if you mess up. If youāre tired then heās picking you up, placing you on the counter, and then cooking. He wonāt let you even lift a finger. Try to help by handing him vegetables or a peeler? āO-Oi! I told ya to sit and rest, let me do it for ya.ā Heāll sometimes raise his voice and act a little angry, heās not angry, he's flustered as hell. Heāll swear here and there but when you guys have arguments heāll never swear at you.Ā
ā¢ Arguments with Aren are a whirlwind.His voice is raised and heās a bit pushy. He wants to solve the problem now. Fix the misunderstanding right at that moment. Heās afraid of losing you, thinking that every argument needs to be immediately resolved meaning he won't voice out his concerns or his side. If you want time alone? He panics. āYouāll come backā¦ wonāt ya?ā But overtime in your relationship he improves. Heās a pretty straightforward guy so heāll be clear. If you look upset though he panics and immediately gets softer.Ā
ā¢ Before going out Aren will check and double check that you have protective gear on, if youāre taking his bike. Heās the type who wraps you up before going out in the winter COMPLETELY, heāll fuss over you just to make sure youāll be safe. Heāll keep a hand on yours throughout the whole ride, making the excuse of making sure you hold on tight to be safe when in reality he just wants you close. Aren will absolutely not do any wheelies or tricks or whatnot if youāre backpackingāhe absolutely will if youāre watching though, wanting to show off to youābut other than that heās absolutely afraid of causing or being the reason you get hurt, whether physical or emotional.
ā¢ Bonus: He absolutely loves it if you wear his glasses. Theyāre fake anyways but seeing something of his on you?? Yeah heās gonna have a heart attack. Heck, if you haven't done it for a while heāll start acting weirdĀ
āYa havenāt done that thing yetā¦ā
āWhat thing?ā
āD-donāt play dumb! You know! The glasses thing.ā
A/N: the crush I have on this guy is illegal. BUT I FEEL LIKE IT IS ILLEGAL. I liked him when I was 15 and now i'm 18. Shit feels illegal.
Absolute sweetheart. Loud? Yes, absolutely, no doubt about that. Heās the type to come in the kitchen early in the morning, ransack the fridge and then act all confused when you complain. āWhat?! Who ate everything?! How dare they!!ā and he genuinely doesnāt think itās him, he only took āA few bites here and thereā, his own words. Heās too much of a precious boy to know T^T
Sakuragi definitely snores the loudest, whoever is in the bedroom next to him? Yeah theyāre doomed. Unless itās Rukawa, because that boy can sleep through anything. Heās the type to knock completely tf out when he sleeps. NOTHING can wake him up, even if the dorm was on fire. He definitely has a side pillow to hug at night, and heās a messsyyyy sleeper. Tossing and turning, kicking the blanket off.Ā
You can find Sakuragi either at the couch (where everyone usually is, the common area), the basketball court, and at the gym with Mitsui and Miyagi. He likes being around other people. If he finds someone sleeping on the couch in the living room? Oh itās so over for them, heās definitely drawing on their cheeks with a SHARPIE.Ā
He can definitely cook, he lives alone so, and heās not the best cookā¦ but he tries. He can eat whatever he makes but making for others? Thatās a different storyā¦ EDIBLE? Yes. The taste and texture though? Uhhhhhh. He usually buys convenience store food, onigiris, sandwiches, or maybe heāll make smth quick and easy. If someone else is making something though? Or a prepped meal in the fridge? Heās eating it T0T.Ā
Laundryā¦ Okay he can do it. And surprisingly good too, I mean have you seen his clothing in the anime? He definitely separates the lights and darks. The right amount and everything. Irons his clothes if he thinks Haruko will be there. HOWEVER. Does he do them often? He doesnāt strike me as the typeā¦ Heās more of a ā13-in-oneā soap guy. Definitely does laundry like every 3 to 4 days. But sometimes 2 to 3 days since he practices a lot, and sweats a LOT.Ā
His room! Sakuragi Hanamichi has a messy room. Prized basketball shoes kept clean and in top condition in his closet. Jersey on his chair. A photo of Haruko on his desk probably. His bed is NOT made- i mean maybe once a week??? He definitely has a basketball in his room, just to feel it in his hands, pretend rebounds and jump shots as he lies in bed.
Chores. He will absolutely try to helpā¦ sometimes. If Akagi shouts at him then heāll do it, especially if Akagi says smth to do with Haruko š Or if Miyagi or Mitsui antagonize him. And he does a pretty damn good job at things like vacuuming, sweeping, mopping. But dishes? Yeah get ready to hear crashes and buy new plates.
Never wakes up on time for school. Ayako tries to wake him up, doesnāt work, usually Akagi hits him awake or douses him in ice cold water šš
But also heās very incredibly perceptive of emotional tension. Like if Miyagi, Mitsui, or anyone else (except Rukawa) are quiet or off, not their usual self? Heāll sit next to them, sometimes quietly but sometimes he might just press on like āWhatās wrong? WHO DO I FIGHT??āĀ
Especially you, if youāre not your usual self then Sakuragi will bring snacks, turn on your favorite comfort anime/anything on the TV, run in carrying blankets and a pillow. Ultimate comforter. Gives the best hugs, though theyāre sometimes rlly tight or not tight at all because he's scared of crushing you. BUT if you're visibly upset? Get ready for a rib-breaking bear hug and panicked talking/noises.
ā¢ Rukawa Kaede
Literally sleeping everywhere and anywhere. Rukawa stays in his room like 60% of the time, 30% in the basketball court and 10% out taking his bike for a spin. SO RARELY does he go out, but if he does? Heās asleep, or half asleep. Couch? Kitchen counter? Heck Miyagi found him asleep in the weight training room once.
Heās the type of guy whoāll cook for himself, do everything for himself and then leave. Loves cooking alone, eating alone, doing everything alone. If someone comes in heāll just stare. Not even glare. Just a blank stare at them until they feel awkward and leave. Only if itās Mitsui or Miyagi, or one of the bench players though. If itās Sakuragi? Heāll definitely say something, but heās the type of guy that doesnāt instigate fights (Sakuragi starts it 100% of the time). If itās someone like Akagi, Ayako, Kogure, heās chill. Just does his own thing.
Sleeping. Very quiet sleeper, doesnāt move a lot, and doesnāt need anything fancy. Heck Iām surprised if he even needs a pillow šš Just a mattress and heās already out. Rukawa is the type to practice basketball late at night and sleep during the day. Akagi tries to wake him up and honestly is the only one who wonāt get āthe glareā. Rukawa respects the captain, but too many wake ups? Like three times a week? Nah heās locking the door. He almost never goes to class. And if he DOES show up? Heās NOT awake. But if needed? He can study the curriculum and probably pass pretty easily. He just doesnāt pay attention. Well- his parents are probably rich so-Ā
Chores. Rukawa Kaede does his part, whatever is assigned to him heāll do it. Will it be squeaky clean like Sakuragi? No. But itāll be done. But he cleans up after himself, unlike Sakuragi so.Ā
Laundry. Separating the lights from the dark? No. Heās a rich kid. Probably has a maid to do all this. Heāll mix them all together, realize the colors fall off, stare for a few seconds then just wears it. If his white T shirt turns grey itās still usable. Blue hoodie turns a little purple? Still keeps him warm. Heās the type to have some sort of assortment of soap. Like shampoo. Body wash. Face wash. The basics, probably because of his background.
His room is clean, not clean, but very bare. Basketball shoes kept nicely. A basketball. A couple of basketballs actually. His jersey hung on a clothes hanger. A walkman, or airpods (if in modern au). Probably a hoodie on the chair and unused school textbooks on the desk collecting dust.Ā
Rukawa is also pretty perceptive of the emotions of others but the thing about him is he doesnāt care. Well, more like he doesnāt see it as his problem or any of his business. Mitsui feeling down? Heās walking out of the room. Kogure sighs? He continues to cook. Yasuda looks like heās about to cry? Okay maybe he'll silently push tissues towards him. I mean the guy isnāt heartless. He just doesnāt really know what to DO in that situation. Itās awkward for him so heāll just leave.Ā
But if for example, youāre cooking, he walks in all quiet and stealth and you get startled by him? Maybe burning your hand or fingers a bit? Heāll silently get an ice pack and hand it to you with a āCareful.ā and then leave. THAT'S THE BEST YOUāRE GETTING.Ā Rukawa is the type of person who senses things but just doesn't really know how to act on them. Very straightforward guy, high IQ but almost no EQ.
A/N: just had a little idea, might write more for the others. What do you guys think?
ā½ Horror Movie Sleepover with Shohoku Boys (+ Ayako)
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ā¢Sakuragi already ate all the snacks before the movie even started. Heās the type to say āITS NOT SCARYā when heās actively shaking. But if he sees youāre scared then heās instantly pulling you closer, not too close, just a few inches. Heāll probably say something like āDONāT BE SCARED. IāLL PROTECT YOU.ā
ā¢ Miyagi is flirting with Ayako, saying how she can hold onto him if sheās scared. If not then heās probably watching Sakuragi and making fun of him (in a loving way). He definitely tries to act fearless by saying things like āHah? Is that supposed to scare me?ā
ā¢ Mitsui actually tries to focus on the movie, watching it and pointing out suspicious behavior and saying out loud what HE would do in that situation. Heās the type to say āHAH, you guys scared? What pussies.ā while his nails are digging into his palms to try and not react. Ends up in a fight with Sakuragi and Miyagi over the noise theyāre making and the snacks that are now gone.Ā
ā¢ Rukawa is asleep. Jumpscare? He wakes up, eyes half lidded, then immediately goes back to sleep. IF HE DOES STAY AWAKE THOUGH? If itās a scary part of the movie heāll flinch, but it's so barely noticeable. If he sees youāre scared heāll silently hand a soft blanket over and move a bit closer (you have to squint to notice it). He might say something like āItās not real.ā in an attempt to comfort you. Heās trying his best :,)
ā¢ Akagi. Trying to actually enjoy the movie, in the end deal with Sakuragi, Miyagi and Mitsui. If Mitsui is the type to say āSHUT THE FUCK UPā Akagi is the one to say āEVERYONE SHUT UP OR IāM HAVING YOU ALL RUN LAPS.ā He doesnāt get scared, maybe widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows but Akagi is the type of guy who keeps his cool. And heād definitely analyze the characters in the movie in an attempt to understand it.Ā
ā¢ Kogure is the sweet soul who tries to calm everyone down, ācome on guys, letās just watch the movie yeah? Iāll go get more snacks!ā The mediator. Literally Kogure and Ayako calm everyone down, sure Akagi does too but Kogure and Ayako are more calm with it- Kogure doesnāt really get scared by the movie. I mean- okay he kinda does. Heāll flinch, maybe sometimes cover his eyes with his hands, but that's it. Also if he sees anyone else scared HE'S SO SWEET, heāll hand them a blanket or offer for them to sit next to him. Heāll even hold your hand if youāre really scared, giving a soft smile and ACTUALLY GIVES COMFORTING WORDS āItās okay, donāt be afraid. Itās all made up. And if anything were to happen weād all be capable of protecting you.ā
ā¢ Ayako!! Sheās gonna make fun of ANYONE who gets scared, unless they're GENUINELY terrified, like Yasuda or someone who's actually scared. Sheāll make hot chocolate or tea for those who are scared, and a hug as well. But anyone else? NAH SHES BRINGING IT UP TILL THE DAY THEY DIEEE. Does she get scared? I feel like Ayako isnāt scared of horror movies, maybe sheāll flinch but she mostly laughs at it. Theā horror movie logicā, she laughs at those cliches. She also definitely picked the movie and set this whole thing up.
A/N: a whole year of not writing, I apologize. Anyways first post back!!
Prince!Caleb x Spy!fem reader
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Prince!Caleb, whoās a great prince. An awesome prince, actually. As commander of the royal army, heās a force on the battlefield, but itās his warmth that truly wins hearts. Everyone knows himānot just as the prince, but as someone whoās been there for the people. He cooks with grandmothers on weekends, tutors children, and plays with them in the streets.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who isnāt even the crown prince but others call him otherwise. His older brother drowns himself in sorrow and indulgence, while Caleb carries the weight of the royal familyās expectations. From the moment he could remember, his parents boasted of his greatness, and he refused to let anyone call them liars. So he proved every single boast of their right.Ā
'Caleb will be the finest swordsman in the kingdom.' So he became one.
'Caleb will be the sharpest strategist.' So he mastered the art of war.
'Caleb will be the greatest king our bloodline has ever seen.' Wellā¦ heād make sure of it.
Prince!Caleb, whoās loved by everyone, except for his mother. Why? Because heās turning down every single marriage proposal that his mother has arranged for him. Whether itās making himself seem unappealing, disappearing at the last minute, or simply refusing to acknowledge her existence, heāll do whatever it takes to avoid wasting time on someone he doesnāt care for.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who sees through every smile and flattering word. Women approach him with hopes of securing a life of comfort by his side, while men seek his favor to leech off his power and wealth. No one comes to him without a hidden motive, and thatās exactly why he despises them all. Yes, heās a prince and yes, he fulfills his duty immaculately. But that doesnāt mean he has to enjoy every single moment of it.
Prince!Caleb, who is now forced to take a bride. His mother refused to let him enter his fourth decade without a partner to care for him, to continue the bloodline. Yet as he stands in front of the five chosen candidates, he canāt help but feel disgusted by them. He keeps it well-hidden, of course, but the truth is clear to him. Anyone who made it this farāwho survived the brutal selection processāhad to be ruthless, calculating, and dangerously skilled. And that is what he hated.
Prince!Caleb, who recognizes one of the brides as the same woman he had once bumped into on the street and given his cloak to cover a water stain on her clothing. The coincidence is too perfect, too convenient. As he studied you standing in front of him he knew something was wrong. So, to be sure, he decided to keep you close. And before long, his suspicions were confirmedāhis first impression of you had been right all along. That you were indeed a spy from the enemy kingdom.
You never thought that it would work out. Well, you had a lot of hope but hoping isnāt the same as being a hundred percent sure. So when the prince chose you to be his bride you felt your heart skip a beat. The wedding was a big ceremony and you wouldāve been happy if it werenāt for some familiar faces that you saw in the crowd. The reminder that you still werenāt free. And thatās what drove you to complete this mission. Your last mission.Ā
The blueprints of the castle and Caleb's life.Ā
But staring at his peaceful undisturbed face now made you have second guesses. The way his hair barely covered his eyes, how he held you close and how his chest slowly raised and fell from his breath. He had treated you nothing but the absolute best.Ā
He had never overstepped any boundaries. Gave you his cloak, the cloak that only the royal family could wear even before your marriage. Made sure he always had time for you. He remembered the flowers you adored, the dishes you savored, the clothing you preferred. It was as if he completed you in ways you had and hadnāt realized you were missing.Ā
āMorning, beautiful. Howād you sleep?ā His gravelly voice pulls you back to the present, and you find yourself smiling at him. His lilac eyes glinted in the sunlight as his lips curled into a smileāone that actually reached his eyes, unlike the practiced ones he gives to the public. And thatās what distracted you. As a spy, reading people is second nature, so realizing that Caleb only ever smiled like this around youā¦ it cracked something in your resolve.
āI slept fine. You?ā Your voice comes out calm, but softer and higher than usual. Something about being near Caleb makes your stomach flip and your heart raceāand that terrified you.
āI had a nightmare that I lost you. But other than that I slept fine.ā He glances up at the towering castle ceilings, his eyes narrowing as if lost in thought. Then, just as quickly, he turns back to you with those big, pleading eyes locking onto yours. āNot even a little comfort? Iām suffering here.ā
Caleb's bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around your smaller frame. In that moment, you werenāt sure whether you wanted to strangle him or yourselfāmaybe both. But instead, you just sighed and held him tighter, letting the silence speak for itself.
The grey feathers of the pigeon were getting everywhere as it flapped its wings furiously on your window sill as if to say āWhatās taking so long, woman?!ā Some were scattered on your clothes and the wooden window sill, while some was on the floor inside the room.
The letter had arrived three weeks ago, setting this day as the moment to send the castleās blueprints to your kingdom. Yet, instead of acting, you found yourself staring out the window for hours. The messenger bird shifted restlessly, growing impatient with your hesitation. The blank piece of paper you held in your hand felt a lot heavier than it was supposed to be and even with the bird pecking your hand you couldnāt bring yourself to draw or write anything on it.
It wasnāt your fault though. How could it be? They never taught you to not fall in love, only how to lie, deceive and kill. You had tried to ignore this gnawing feeling for months but now you had to face it head on. You were falling for Caleb. No. Thatās wrong.
Youāve already fallen for Caleb.
And hard too.Ā
Thatās exactly what Caleb had wanted. Of course all of the good things he did for you he did it to gain your trust but he would be a liar if he said that he hadnāt fallen for you too.Ā
Caleb's lilac eyes looked through a crack in the open door, waiting to see what youād do. Just the hesitation alone made his heart skip several beats. However, one thing was certain. Even if you did betray him then thatād be fine because either way youāre always going to be by his side and he'd make sure of that.
A smile has been etched on his face for the longest time ever since heās met you. From out of intrigue to tolerance to obsession love. So when he saw you crumple the paper and shove it in your pocket this was the first time he stopped smiling. He didnāt know how to process these emotions. He had never loved someone romantically before and now he felt like he could run around the entirety of his kingdom.Ā
As the door creaks open and your eyes meet his, he swears his breath catches in his throat. Gods, how do you always look so effortlessly beautiful? Caleb needs to add to his to-do list to have scientists study you.Ā
āWhaācha up to?ā he asks, stepping closer, your scent flooding his senses and scrambling his thoughts. His lips curl into a smile, his eyes gleaming with that look of love you knew all too well. He should probably check if your perfume contains some kind of drugābecause to him, youāre an addiction he can never get enough of.
āI found this poor injured bird. Was just about to help nurse it back to health.ā Caleb swore he could get lost in those eyes of yours that told stories your words didnāt. Then he notices theĀ messenger bird in your hands. Its leg, now broken, twitches as it struggles weakly. His chest tightens. Did you just break its leg the moment he stepped in? Had you really reacted that fast to cover your tracks?
That was hot.
āPoor little guy. I know heāll get better, especially with you looking after him.ā He flashes you a wink and you give him a small smile. You offer him a small smile in return, your mind still racing. It had been a split-second decisionāone you had to make to keep yourself from being discovered. Lowering your gaze to the pigeon in your hands, you gently stroke its head. It coos in protest, a small, irritated sound, but you keep your touch light, masking the tension thrumming beneath your skin.
āDid you need something-ā
Caleb was already standing in front of you, his expression strangely unnaturalāone you couldn't recall ever seeing before, yet it felt eerily familiar. He leaned in, his breath ghosting against your ear as he whispered words that sent a shiver down your spine and turned your blood to ice.
āGo on, send a message. Try to run. Try anything you want. It wonāt change a thing... because you belong here. With me. Always.ā
And thatās when you realizedāthis wasnāt new. That dangerous look had always been there, hidden behind every soft smile, every lingering touch.
Prince!Caleb, who gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and leaves the room like nothing had happened. The prince goes on with his day as you spend most of the time acting like everything was fine when you felt like breaking down. By the time you meet for supper youāre not sure what to do or say.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who eats his supper as usual, his eyes stealing glances at you as you continuously lock eyes with him. You open your mouth to speak, to ask what the heck is going on and what he was going to do with you. Torture? But he interrupts you, urging you to eat. The two of you donāt talk until just before bed when you try to ask again but he shuts you up with a kiss.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who continues to treat you like the same, however this time it feels like heās clingier than usual, quickly finishing his duties and coming over to you. After multiple failed attempts of talking about what had happened that day the perfect opportunity finally presented itself as you asked him about what was going to happen to you on a random morning.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who yawns before bursting out into laughter. The sound bounces off the walls and before you wouldāve laughed too but now your guard is at its highest. The prince kisses your hand before saying not to worry about a thing and that he loves you before getting up and getting ready for the day.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who youāve learned to live with like this. He never brings it up again, never speaks of what you both know to be true. But youāre certain of one thing: heās pulling strings to keep you alive. If they truly believed you had betrayed them, they would have sent spies to kill you by now. And they hadāmany times. But the only real danger youād ever faced was the glint of Caleb's blade, cutting them down before they could even dare to look at that stunning face of yours.
Prince!Caleb, who swore that he would kill as many people as he had to, as long as that meant you were safe. Your hands were already stained with enough bloodāso he would bear the burden for you. But then, one night, the blade meant for him finds its mark. He bleeds, and for the first time, youāre the one cutting down his enemy, the one keeping him alive.
Prince!Caleb, who has fought by your side ever since that dayāthough it took countless arguments and stubborn persuasion. His lilac eyes always find yours on the battlefield, a silent promise woven into every glance. And if you so much as stub your toe, heāll have soldiers drag you back to safety if they must. Because to him, no victory, no kingdom, no war will ever matter more than you.
A/N: Ya'll do not know how sorry I am. ITS BEEN 4 NEARLY 5 DAYS UGH. I love all of you so much and thank you for 196 followers oh my god. I swear it was only 160 something when I started this special. This Caleb writing had been so fun to write and I think I went a tad bit crazy. Thank you all again so much :,)) <333
Prince!Zayne x Librarian!fem reader
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Prince!Zayne, who has always been serious about his royal duties, paying attention to every class, every meeting, every charity work to attend to. Heās praised and loved by all, his professors, family members, generals, soldiers, commoners. The prince often visits the infirmary, with his broad knowledge in medicine, heās able to help greatly and also win the hearts of injured civilians and knights.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who got into medicine because his mother was a nurse and her dream was always to be a doctor but was unable to, so Zayne became a Doctor for his motherās happiness. The prince has a nickname by the common folk, āThe Crowned Doctorā, everywhere he went people would call him that.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who turned down every single marriage proposal, whether it be a recommendation from family or for politics. He believes that if it has anything to do with politics then he can make a peace agreement with other kingdoms without marrying and he always tells his family that he would like to focus on preparing to be the next king instead of worrying about small things like love.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who carries the weight of everyone's expectations. The army depends on his strategic thinking. The infirmary trusts in his skilled hands. The councilors look to him for his eloquence and wisdom. The prince, now nearing the end of his third decade, feels as though nothing has changed since he was 16āthe same heavy expectations still weighing on his shoulders.
Prince!Zayne, who visits the Imperial Library whenever his head throbs with stress or when he seeks answers hidden within the countless shelves of books. The prince feels grounded every time he sets foot inside. The scent of parchment and ink eases his mind, and the nice librarianāwho always seems to know where every single book isāmakes herself seem helpful without overstepping.
The quiet clicks of Zayne's shoes against the marble floor instantly calm him as he takes in the familiar, comforting sight of endless rows of shelves stretching across both floors. The elegant designs of white marble and gold linings serve the furthermore image of the Imperial Library.Ā
āWhat books are you looking for today, Prince Zayne?ā You say, emerging from behind the crescent-shaped reference desk.Ā
Zayne's lips tug into a barely noticeable smile. Just āPrince Zayneāāa simple title. Unlike everyone else, who calls him āThe Crown Princeā or āThe Crowned Doctor,ā you donāt dress him up in grand titles. Heās always hated those flashy names so when you say his name like that, heās never felt more at ease. There was a silent comfort between youāsomething unspoken, yet understood between only the both of you.Ā
āSomething thatāll take my mind off things.āĀ
Well, thatās a first. Zayne has never stepped back into the world of nonfiction since he turned 7. For as long as he could remember he had always been reading documents of medicine, war strategies, economics, politics, history, the list goes on and on.Ā
You raise your eyebrows in surprise for a moment before you start to think, āI think I know just the perfect thing for you.ā
Zayne follows you as you lead him to another section of the library, somewhere he has never been before. The Southern Wing is drastically different from the Eastern Wing. With wooden cutouts of mythical creatures and characters, it feels like a setting of the fairy tales his mother used to read him when he was a child.
You stop and scan the shelf in front of you, taking only a few seconds before recognizing the familiar title and spine of the thin book. Pulling it out and handing it to Zayne , you start to describe the basic plot, āThis book is about a little prince who finds a village boy who looks exactly like him. They switch with each other, both eager to see how the other person lives. And well, youāll have to read to find out more.ā
Zayne rips his gaze from you, looking at the sea green cover instead as he flips through the pages. With a small nod accompanied by a hint of a smile he walks out and youāre left alone in the world of books again.
It doesnāt even take three days before Zayne finds himself back in the library, his mind fullānot with thoughts that make his head throb, but with ones that bring him peace. He finds you with your nose buried in a book, sitting in the worst posture possible. Clearing his throat, Zayne quickly looks away as you snap upright, startled at being caught.
āOh! Prince Zayne! I didnāt see you there..ā Zayne looks back once he sees your now more composed state, though a little red in the cheeks.Ā
āIāve finished the book you recommended to me.ā He hands the sleek book to you, smiling as his gaze lingers on the cover. A sea green clothbound cover encases the whole book despite its thin width, hinting that it holds something special within.
āWhat did you think of it?ā You asked, a little hopeful as you stood up to return the book where it belonged. You werenāt sure if it would suit his tastes, but you hoped heād get lost in a world of adventures. To preoccupy him with someone elseās struggles instead of his own. To live fully through the main characters in books, without facing any of the dangers himself.Ā
In the story you recommended to Zayne, the two boys became sworn brothers. Despite their different upbringings and interests, they always stood by each other. They both were able to achieve their dreams in the endāthe village boy was able to rise into power and gain a high ranking while the prince ventured off into the faraway lands with the purpose of adventure.
āI was able to see a new perspective in things. I understand why you like to read these books now.ā The clicks of Zayne's shoes are much louder than the one on your feet but they both equally echo around the whole library, āBut Iād like to knowāwhy do you stay here? You have more than enough skill to aim for higher positions and grander titles.ā
āAs much as Iād love to experience the hardships and adventures of these protagonists, Iād much rather do so from the safe walls of this library. I know I might sound like a coward, but life is precious. I canāt just throw mine away. Especially not after everything the people I love have done to raise and protect me.āĀ
The cogs in Zayne's brain are turning faster than usual, trying to find the right words to respond to you. He wanted to comfort you, praise you, and somehow do it all at once.
Just as Zayne opened his mouth to speak, the massive doors of the Imperial Library swung open with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the vast halls, startling you both. Zayne's personal knight rushed over as he fell to his knee when he approached Zayne,
āI apologize for the interruption, Your Royal Highness, but urgent matters require your attention, Crown Prince.āĀ
Zayne nods as the knight stands up and straightens before walking out. Zayne turns back around to face you, his eyes softening from his earlier serious demeanor, āI hope youāll have more books for me the next time Iām here. You seem to know my tastes.āĀ
As the prince walks off into the distance you follow suit. You werenāt following him or sending him off. You had to be back to the reference counter either way! However, just when Zayne's about to step out of the library, he holds the door and his body lingers for a few seconds before turning back to you for the last time.Ā
āI would like to know more about your world. I hope youāll allow me to.ā
Prince!Zayne, who spends most of his day thinking about you even as heās attending to the urgent matters of some rebels in the North. As the prince lies down in bed he realizes that youāve been occupying his mind for the past few months. Your smile. Your gaze. The way you speak and the way you act when you think no one can see you. It makes Zayne smile as he drifts off to sleep with a mental image of you.
Prince!Zayne, who fulfills his duty as the crown prince, arranging troops and strategies to take down the rebel group, but also showing the people in that village compassion by giving them more food and care. He avoids the library for now, wanting to visit you only when he can fully focus on you and not other stressful affairs.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who slept for almost an entire day after easing the kingdomās troubles and solving the rising inflation. He had spent days without rest, traveling to the main cities to calm the common people. But as he woke up that night and saw the moon, full and shining brighter than ever, he couldnāt resist freshening up and heading to the Imperial Library, with hopes that you were still there.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who felt his heart flutter for the first time when he found you asleep, surrounded by books, your head resting on the counter as you sat in your chair. He didnāt wake you up that night. The prince draped his royal robe over you, the rich satin shimmering in the moonlight as he carefully picked up the book your head rested on. Looking at the cover he started to read it, making sure to put a bookmark in where you had left off.Ā
Prince!Zayne, whoās halfway through the book when you start to stir awake. You were rightly surprised to see him sitting on the floor, reading the same book you were, and in your sleepy state, you accidentally hit him. You apologized, and he did too, and it was surprisingly cute how you both said sorry about different things. That night, the two of you spent time talking and listening, watching the moon together.
Prince!Zayne, who now visits you everyday instead of his usual once a week. Though he never finishes your book recommendations in that timeframe, he always talks to you about themāhis thoughts, questions, and views. And he always asks about yours too, interested in your perspective.
Prince!Zayne, who whenever he ventures out to different cities or outside land always remembers to bring a book from that placeāwhen he had to go to the Northern lands and negotiate a peace treaty with them, he asked for a few popular books of their homeland. Whether it be fairy tales, fantasy stories or nonfiction. He would accept it all and bring it back to you.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who arranges his schedules so he has one whole day of just reading in the Imperial Library with you. The rest of his week is packed full to the brim now, but he can power through with the knowledge that youāll always be waiting for him in your shared sanctuary.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who promises you that one day heāll make you queen. Youāll be able to read every book in the world, live every adventure and experience every story. And if you ever wanted to experience an adventure for yourself, heād drop the crown in an instant to venture out with you, ensuring your safety and protection. He has yet to say it, but he hopes you know how much he loves you.
A/N: Rafayel's fic being posted within the next three days! I should've posted this yesterday but well, life. Also I was binging AOT, that's my bad. š THANK YOU GUYS FOR 172 FOLLOWERS?!?!?!? HELLO!?!!?!?!? ILY GUYS SO MUCH <3333333
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Prince!Caleb x Spy!fem reader
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Prince!Caleb, whoās a great prince. An awesome prince, actually. As commander of the royal army, heās a force on the battlefield, but itās his warmth that truly wins hearts. Everyone knows himānot just as the prince, but as someone whoās been there for the people. He cooks with grandmothers on weekends, tutors children, and plays with them in the streets.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who isnāt even the crown prince but others call him otherwise. His older brother drowns himself in sorrow and indulgence, while Caleb carries the weight of the royal familyās expectations. From the moment he could remember, his parents boasted of his greatness, and he refused to let anyone call them liars. So he proved every single boast of their right.Ā
'Caleb will be the finest swordsman in the kingdom.' So he became one.
'Caleb will be the sharpest strategist.' So he mastered the art of war.
'Caleb will be the greatest king our bloodline has ever seen.' Wellā¦ heād make sure of it.
Prince!Caleb, whoās loved by everyone, except for his mother. Why? Because heās turning down every single marriage proposal that his mother has arranged for him. Whether itās making himself seem unappealing, disappearing at the last minute, or simply refusing to acknowledge her existence, heāll do whatever it takes to avoid wasting time on someone he doesnāt care for.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who sees through every smile and flattering word. Women approach him with hopes of securing a life of comfort by his side, while men seek his favor to leech off his power and wealth. No one comes to him without a hidden motive, and thatās exactly why he despises them all. Yes, heās a prince and yes, he fulfills his duty immaculately. But that doesnāt mean he has to enjoy every single moment of it.
Prince!Caleb, who is now forced to take a bride. His mother refused to let him enter his fourth decade without a partner to care for him, to continue the bloodline. Yet as he stands in front of the five chosen candidates, he canāt help but feel disgusted by them. He keeps it well-hidden, of course, but the truth is clear to him. Anyone who made it this farāwho survived the brutal selection processāhad to be ruthless, calculating, and dangerously skilled. And that is what he hated.
Prince!Caleb, who recognizes one of the brides as the same woman he had once bumped into on the street and given his cloak to cover a water stain on her clothing. The coincidence is too perfect, too convenient. As he studied you standing in front of him he knew something was wrong. So, to be sure, he decided to keep you close. And before long, his suspicions were confirmedāhis first impression of you had been right all along. That you were indeed a spy from the enemy kingdom.
You never thought that it would work out. Well, you had a lot of hope but hoping isnāt the same as being a hundred percent sure. So when the prince chose you to be his bride you felt your heart skip a beat. The wedding was a big ceremony and you wouldāve been happy if it werenāt for some familiar faces that you saw in the crowd. The reminder that you still werenāt free. And thatās what drove you to complete this mission. Your last mission.Ā
The blueprints of the castle and Caleb's life.Ā
But staring at his peaceful undisturbed face now made you have second guesses. The way his hair barely covered his eyes, how he held you close and how his chest slowly raised and fell from his breath. He had treated you nothing but the absolute best.Ā
He had never overstepped any boundaries. Gave you his cloak, the cloak that only the royal family could wear even before your marriage. Made sure he always had time for you. He remembered the flowers you adored, the dishes you savored, the clothing you preferred. It was as if he completed you in ways you had and hadnāt realized you were missing.Ā
āMorning, beautiful. Howād you sleep?ā His gravelly voice pulls you back to the present, and you find yourself smiling at him. His lilac eyes glinted in the sunlight as his lips curled into a smileāone that actually reached his eyes, unlike the practiced ones he gives to the public. And thatās what distracted you. As a spy, reading people is second nature, so realizing that Caleb only ever smiled like this around youā¦ it cracked something in your resolve.
āI slept fine. You?ā Your voice comes out calm, but softer and higher than usual. Something about being near Caleb makes your stomach flip and your heart raceāand that terrified you.
āI had a nightmare that I lost you. But other than that I slept fine.ā He glances up at the towering castle ceilings, his eyes narrowing as if lost in thought. Then, just as quickly, he turns back to you with those big, pleading eyes locking onto yours. āNot even a little comfort? Iām suffering here.ā
Caleb's bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around your smaller frame. In that moment, you werenāt sure whether you wanted to strangle him or yourselfāmaybe both. But instead, you just sighed and held him tighter, letting the silence speak for itself.
The grey feathers of the pigeon were getting everywhere as it flapped its wings furiously on your window sill as if to say āWhatās taking so long, woman?!ā Some were scattered on your clothes and the wooden window sill, while some was on the floor inside the room.
The letter had arrived three weeks ago, setting this day as the moment to send the castleās blueprints to your kingdom. Yet, instead of acting, you found yourself staring out the window for hours. The messenger bird shifted restlessly, growing impatient with your hesitation. The blank piece of paper you held in your hand felt a lot heavier than it was supposed to be and even with the bird pecking your hand you couldnāt bring yourself to draw or write anything on it.
It wasnāt your fault though. How could it be? They never taught you to not fall in love, only how to lie, deceive and kill. You had tried to ignore this gnawing feeling for months but now you had to face it head on. You were falling for Caleb. No. Thatās wrong.
Youāve already fallen for Caleb.
And hard too.Ā
Thatās exactly what Caleb had wanted. Of course all of the good things he did for you he did it to gain your trust but he would be a liar if he said that he hadnāt fallen for you too.Ā
Caleb's lilac eyes looked through a crack in the open door, waiting to see what youād do. Just the hesitation alone made his heart skip several beats. However, one thing was certain. Even if you did betray him then thatād be fine because either way youāre always going to be by his side and he'd make sure of that.
A smile has been etched on his face for the longest time ever since heās met you. From out of intrigue to tolerance to obsession love. So when he saw you crumple the paper and shove it in your pocket this was the first time he stopped smiling. He didnāt know how to process these emotions. He had never loved someone romantically before and now he felt like he could run around the entirety of his kingdom.Ā
As the door creaks open and your eyes meet his, he swears his breath catches in his throat. Gods, how do you always look so effortlessly beautiful? Caleb needs to add to his to-do list to have scientists study you.Ā
āWhaācha up to?ā he asks, stepping closer, your scent flooding his senses and scrambling his thoughts. His lips curl into a smile, his eyes gleaming with that look of love you knew all too well. He should probably check if your perfume contains some kind of drugābecause to him, youāre an addiction he can never get enough of.
āI found this poor injured bird. Was just about to help nurse it back to health.ā Caleb swore he could get lost in those eyes of yours that told stories your words didnāt. Then he notices theĀ messenger bird in your hands. Its leg, now broken, twitches as it struggles weakly. His chest tightens. Did you just break its leg the moment he stepped in? Had you really reacted that fast to cover your tracks?
That was hot.
āPoor little guy. I know heāll get better, especially with you looking after him.ā He flashes you a wink and you give him a small smile. You offer him a small smile in return, your mind still racing. It had been a split-second decisionāone you had to make to keep yourself from being discovered. Lowering your gaze to the pigeon in your hands, you gently stroke its head. It coos in protest, a small, irritated sound, but you keep your touch light, masking the tension thrumming beneath your skin.
āDid you need something-ā
Caleb was already standing in front of you, his expression strangely unnaturalāone you couldn't recall ever seeing before, yet it felt eerily familiar. He leaned in, his breath ghosting against your ear as he whispered words that sent a shiver down your spine and turned your blood to ice.
āGo on, send a message. Try to run. Try anything you want. It wonāt change a thing... because you belong here. With me. Always.ā
And thatās when you realizedāthis wasnāt new. That dangerous look had always been there, hidden behind every soft smile, every lingering touch.
Prince!Caleb, who gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and leaves the room like nothing had happened. The prince goes on with his day as you spend most of the time acting like everything was fine when you felt like breaking down. By the time you meet for supper youāre not sure what to do or say.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who eats his supper as usual, his eyes stealing glances at you as you continuously lock eyes with him. You open your mouth to speak, to ask what the heck is going on and what he was going to do with you. Torture? But he interrupts you, urging you to eat. The two of you donāt talk until just before bed when you try to ask again but he shuts you up with a kiss.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who continues to treat you like the same, however this time it feels like heās clingier than usual, quickly finishing his duties and coming over to you. After multiple failed attempts of talking about what had happened that day the perfect opportunity finally presented itself as you asked him about what was going to happen to you on a random morning.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who yawns before bursting out into laughter. The sound bounces off the walls and before you wouldāve laughed too but now your guard is at its highest. The prince kisses your hand before saying not to worry about a thing and that he loves you before getting up and getting ready for the day.Ā
Prince!Caleb, who youāve learned to live with like this. He never brings it up again, never speaks of what you both know to be true. But youāre certain of one thing: heās pulling strings to keep you alive. If they truly believed you had betrayed them, they would have sent spies to kill you by now. And they hadāmany times. But the only real danger youād ever faced was the glint of Caleb's blade, cutting them down before they could even dare to look at that stunning face of yours.
Prince!Caleb, who swore that he would kill as many people as he had to, as long as that meant you were safe. Your hands were already stained with enough bloodāso he would bear the burden for you. But then, one night, the blade meant for him finds its mark. He bleeds, and for the first time, youāre the one cutting down his enemy, the one keeping him alive.
Prince!Caleb, who has fought by your side ever since that dayāthough it took countless arguments and stubborn persuasion. His lilac eyes always find yours on the battlefield, a silent promise woven into every glance. And if you so much as stub your toe, heāll have soldiers drag you back to safety if they must. Because to him, no victory, no kingdom, no war will ever matter more than you.
A/N: Ya'll do not know how sorry I am. ITS BEEN 4 NEARLY 5 DAYS UGH. I love all of you so much and thank you for 196 followers oh my god. I swear it was only 160 something when I started this special. This Caleb writing had been so fun to write and I think I went a tad bit crazy. Thank you all again so much :,)) <333
Prince!Sylus x Warrior Princess!fem reader
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Prince!Sylus, whoās feared by everyoneāsoldiers, commoners and even the royal family. The Warrior Prince, once a small boy holding a sword too heavy for his blistered hands, was molded into the cold and ruthless General by going through hell and back.
Prince!Sylus, who spends nights inside meeting halls, formulating strategies, and days outside in training grounds, sharpening both his own skills and those of his soldiers. Although his looks and achievements could make a grown man cower, the prince doesnāt lack compassion. He watches over his soldiers, ensuring they rest when theyāve pushed too far and offering both guidance and understanding.Ā
Prince!Sylus, who is almost always riding out to battle. Mounted on his black stallion, he leads a trail of soldiers beyond the safety of the capitalās walls. As they pass, the common folk watchāsome with admiration, others with quiet criticism.
Prince!Sylus, who makes an effort to engage in royal public affairs but almost always fails. Itās not exactly his fault if an emergency at the border demands his attention or if a riot in the crowd forces him to intervene. More often than not, these events end in the townspeople dividedāsome casting wary glances and murmured disapproval, while others raise him onto an impossibly high pedestal.
Prince!Sylus, who finds himself on yet another abrupt missionāriding his black stallion to the kingdomās border to quell a serious rebellion attempt, all while in the middle of yet another failed attempt at royal public affairs. Having spent more years on the battlefield than he can count, the prince has seen many thingsābut a woman from the neighboring kingdom fighting their rebels is enough to make him raise an eyebrow.
The familiar crest of the neighboring kingdom was the first thing that caught Sylus's eyes after he had cut down the rampaging rebels. Confusion washed over him next but he quickly pushed it aside as he ordered his soldiers to tend to your wounds.Ā
And thatās where you found yourself, waking up to a sore body and the white haired man who was sleeping in a chair in the corner of the room. Instincts kick in and you immediately search your surroundingsānothing but a normal looking inn. Four walls, two windows, a door, a bed, a chair and a table. Looking down, you find your side wrapped in bandages as well as your left arm.Ā
āDonāt move too much, I wouldnāt want the precious princess to be injured.āĀ
The first thing that caught your eyes was his crimson eyes, the second was that cocky smile of his that all you wanted to do was punch it right off his face. You knew who this was almost immediately. You recognized him instantly. The renowned Warrior Prince, ruthless and bloodthirsty. As a soldier, you always knew your paths would cross someday, but never did you expect it to happen like this.
Getting up to leave, thatās when you feel a tug on your right wrist and immediately realized you were chained. āWhat the heck? I demand to be released at once, unless you want our kingdoms to go to war.ā
It wasnāt an empty threat. Sure your kingdom may have been smaller, but you had a team of elite forces that your father had cultivated for decades, even against Sylus's overwhelming numbers of troops and advanced technology, you were sure that victory would be assured.
Sylus smirks, leaning in slightly as he meets your glare head-on, āWar? Now, we wouldnāt want that, would we?ā He tilts his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with something unreadable. āYouāre not a hostageāyou're a key to peace. So, why donāt we talk?ā
A scoff leaves your throat as your eyes roll. Who in their right mind would hold up a princess, chain her up and say that āsheās not a hostageā. The thought alone seems absurd and here the mad man sat, his muscular legs spread as he wore lavish clothing.Ā
āAre you not afraid? Holding a princess like this. What makes you so sure that as soon as Iām back I wonāt wage war on you?ā
His crimson eyes glinted under the dim inn lights, sending a wave of unease through you. He was too calm, too collected. The sheer audacity of his actions had to be backed by somethingāotherwise, he wouldnāt have done something this reckless. āI have my ways.ā
Manipulation? Torture? Those were the first thoughts that raced through your mind. But nothingāabsolutely nothingācould have prepared you for this. The Warrior Prince, feared across battlefields, wasā¦ harvesting fruit? Wearing a simple farmerās hat, he plucked cherries from the trees with practiced care, ensuring the stems remained intact before placing them gently into the basket on his back.
The scene seemed unreal. What was even more unreal was that you were helping him. Turning your head to look behind you, you saw how your basket was half full with cherries and suddenly a plan brewed in your head, āIf I collect more cherries then youāll let me go home.ā
āAnd if not?ā His deep, husky voice cut through the air as he didnāt stopāhis attention was still on the cherry tree in front of him as he continued to pluck.Ā
āThen I might consider not waging war.āĀ
After an hour, it became painfully clear that this deal had never been in your favor. Your basket was full, yet Sylus had already filled twoāand he was still going. Only after enduring a few snarky remarks from the prince did you finally, albeit reluctantly, admit defeat.
He took you to a restaurant. At first, you held your ground, refusing to eat as you watched him casually enjoy his meal, occasionally feeding nuts to the crow perched on his shoulder. But then, one particular dish arrived, and its scent hit you like a charging horse. That was the moment you gave ināand what a decision that was. The cuisine of Sylus's kingdom was rich in flavor and creativity, with unexpected ingredients complementing each other in ways that somehow worked out.Ā
You didnāt want to see it, but nonetheless the sigh of Sylus's smirk returns as he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand, āFor someone so stubborn, you sure caved pretty fast.āĀ
Ignoring his words, you continue to eat, thinking of a response. Any time wasted on him would be time wasted from eating and you sure as hell werenāt sure when you would be back to eat this. However, before youāre even about to retort, he speaks again, this time his voice lower,
āYou donāt always have to put up a front. You can justā¦ enjoy things. No oneās going to think less of you for it.ā
You blink, caught off guard by the sudden shift. The way he says itāso casual, yet oddly sincereāmakes your heart skip a beat and the gears in your brain malfunction. Sure, you were also a renowned warrior, but this was empathy shown by someone whoās name revolved around being cold and inhumane.
But before you could answer or dwell on it, his smirk returned, "That said, if you keep eating like that, I might start thinking you were starving before I found you."
The tone had shifted back. But that didnāt mean you had forgotten what he said. The whole day had revealed a side of the Warrior Prince that wasnāt so warrior-like. Those rumors were almost instantly shut down, and honestly, you were intrigued with what was more to come.
Prince!Sylus, who spends the next few days with you. Harvesting fruits, cooking and nightly walks were full of competition. Who could harvest the most? Who could cook the better food? Who could run to the other side faster? Who could find the most constellations? Each time Sylus would win, and even though it did sour your mood, it was refreshing to see what he did afterwards. He would never gloat, only being quiet and then asking you something about yourself and your kingdom.Ā
Prince!Sylus, who you finally see when he practices his swordsmanship when you woke up early one day. The sun hadnāt risen yet, yet you heard the sounds of grunts and swinging just outside of the inn. And thatās where the prince was, standing outside in the dark with only the moonlight being his light source as he practiced hundreds of techniques.Ā
Prince!Sylus, who the next day allowed you to win in a contest of who could guess the most ingredients in a dish. He had made it seem close, but you knew he had let you win by the soft smile he thought was discreet when the chef, trembling from Sylus's imposing presence, hesitantly declared you the winner. You surprised yourself when you, in return, asked something about him, instead of leaving. The moment the question left your lips did you realize how much more you were curious about the white haired man.
Prince!Sylus, who engaged in more competitions with you; who could shoot the farthest. Who could best each other at the spear. And finally, who would win in a swordfight. The training grounds grew a crowd as you two battled it out. The fight lasted for hours and only stopped because Sylus had urgent matters to attend to, one of his two faithful soldiers rushing over and nearly getting decapitated by your sword.
Prince!Sylus, who apologized to you and gave you a smug smile before saying how he hopes that you donāt wage war on him. He arranged a carriage for you and assigned soldiers to ensure your safe journey back. And just like that, you found yourself back in your kingdom, your mind swirling and trying to comprehend that the last two weeks weren't a dream.
Prince!Sylus, who swiftly sent a message to your kingdom, his loyal soldier racing to deliver the news to your father a mere 3 days after your return. The message conveyed Sylus's intent to form a peace treaty, and he hoped the king would graciously welcome his visit in a week's time.
Prince!Sylus, who kept stealing glances at you during the welcoming banquet. His eyes were practically glued to you, and he didnāt even try to hide it. Shame? He had none. The entire hall could see his intense focus, and even when you caught him, he refused to look away. It was like a silent staring contest, and when you finally broke the gaze, he couldnāt resist the small, satisfied smirk that tugged on his lips.
Prince!Sylus, who announced a marriage treaty. If you married him then both kingdoms would have peace for many more years to come. Peace that even if you betrayed him he still wouldnāt attack you or your kingdom. It was sudden and your father was reluctant, waiting for your answer. However, with your officials only supporting the idea and informing you of how much that would benefit your kingdom, you agreed.
Prince!Sylus, whose vows, even though the marriage was shallow in terms of relationship and deeper in functionality, touched your heart. He vowed to protect your kingdom as fiercely as his own. To cherish every quiet moment with you, even in the midst of chaos. He promised to be your refuge, your unwavering presence, no matter the storms that may come. And to, above all, ensure that you never had to fight aloneāwhether in battle or in life.Ā
A/N: IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE A WEEK- I HAVE NO EXCUSE EXCEPT FOR WRITERS BLOCK. I promise Caleb's one will be within 3 day this time T^T. THANK YOU GUYS FOR 192 FOLLOWERS HOLY- honestly I might need to also make this into a 200 followers special soon because of how fast you guys give me love :,). I love all of you guys so much aughh <3333
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Prince!Rafayel x Siren!fem reader
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Prince!Rafayel, who has always been scrutinized by the public and common folk. To the public eye, the crown prince spends his days sleeping, painting, eating and loitering around. He can be seen walking around the market, searching for and buying odd thingsārusted metal scraps, glass shards, squid ink, beetle shells. Which more often than not, he wouldnāt be able to find since they were located on land.Ā Ā
Prince!Rafayel, whoās so often chastised by the public, not believing that heās worthy and deserving of the crown as the crown prince just watches them protest with a blank stare and go back to his paintings. As much as the royal family hates how the common people are reacting they canāt blame them.Ā
Prince!Rafayel, who attends meetings all night and by the time the 8 hour meeting has adjourned heās exhausted and needs a break, so he turns to painting. Heās always been hardworking and focused, however it just seems like no one ever notices whenever he is. They only ever notice when heās doing things thatāll release his stress and bring him comfort.
Prince!Rafayel, who has long since stopped trying to defend himself to the common folk. If they insist on seeing him as a spoiled prince, then nothing he says will change their minds. The prince would rather quietly get shit done and protect them the best he can. The prince would rather stay quiet and get shit done, protecting them in the best way he can. No matter how they see him, they are his people, and it is his duty to keep them safe
Prince!Rafayel, who rarely takes the breaks he desperately needs, holing himself up in the castle to paint and think of royal affairs instead of actually relaxing. However, heās now on an official holiday leave to the city on the edge of the kingdom, all thanks to his father. At first the prince hated it, only wishing to be back, however heās been hearing beautiful, melancholic tunes outside of the city gates and heās been using it as stress relief.Ā
Suffocating. Thatās what everyday felt like. Which was ironic, considering Rafayel lived in the depths of the oceans, but thatās just what being a royal felt like. Did he hate it? Absolutely. Would he ever quit and run away? Never. Because this was his responsibility.Ā
The princeās cloudy blue-gray eyes that faded into soft pink wandered aimlessly, just like his form, as he swam further and further from the guarded walls of his kingdom. Everything looked the same, except it seemed more devoid of lifeāthe seaweed had an unsaturated red color, instead of their usual rich carmen, the seashells were withered and forgotten to time and even the sand seemed to be jagged and more like rocks.Ā
However, Rafayel pressed on, the soft solemn melody growing louder as he swam farther. The ocean floor here was unpredictable, littered with the wreckage of sunken ships and the forgotten remains of lives. Dodging and weaving through the debris, he thought he caught a glimpse of skeletal remains, but the voiceānow clearer than everādrew him in. As he glided over the massive, rotting bow of a wooden ship, its darkened wood crumbling with age, the crown prince was now finally able to see the owner of the solemn tunes that had been comforting him for days.
Rafayel had never seen someone so beautifully different. Standing in front of him was a woman unlike any he had encountered. As a prince, he had seen all kinds of Lemurian women, yet none quite like you. Everything about you was distinctāyour complexion, your hairstyle, your form. But what truly held him captive were your eyes. Your eyes met for a split second before yours widened.Ā
You froze for a moment, but instead of cowering or fleeing as the prince had expected, you darted toward him in an instant, your clawed hands wrapping tightly around his throat.Ā
āWho are you? What do you want? Are you here to take my life? Did Mother send you?ā Your questions came rapid and sharp, but Rafayel barely heard them. Instinct took over as he pried himself free from your grasp, fighting back without hesitation.
āI donāt even know who you are,ā the prince retorted, his voice harsh, his eyes narrowing. Despite his tone, his intrigue only deepened. āRelax. Iām here because of your singing.ā
That seemed to calm you down as you chewed on the insides of your mouth, āOh.. I apologize. I didnāt mean to. You can never be too careful, right?ā
āYeah,ā he answered, his mind distracted by one thing. Did you not know who he was? Was that why you hadn't hesitated to release him after seeing his face? But then again, he understood. Always being cautious. Never letting your guard down. It was something Rafayel knew too well.Ā
And maybe thatās why he continued talking to the unknown, and possibly dangerous, woman in front of him. Perhaps the way you acted reminded him of himself. Maybe thatās why he continued to visit you the day after and the day after that. And maybe thatās why he couldnāt bear himself leaving you when his holiday leave was over.
Rafayel glided over the now familiar shipwrecks, having made the same turns and dodges for days. Finally, he saw you. He wanted to rush over and hug you, but hesitated. However, when his gaze met yours, he couldn't hold himself back. His arms wrapped around you, and for a moment, you froze, unsure of what to do. Then slowly, but awkwardly, you raise your arms to return the hug.
You both stayed there for what seemed like forever as you rubbed circles on his back, a silent comforting act as he finally released his tight embrace. His ears were shot red and it came all the way to his cheeks,Ā
āI have to go. But I donāt want to leave you. Iām begging you, please come with me. Iāll never make you sad. I promise the only melodies and tunes youāll sing will be lively and cheerful. Just please, come.āĀ
Rafayel's cloudy eyes were reddening, and you could see the desperation in them, his body trembling as he took your hands in his. The deal excited you, but after talking with Rafayel over the past few days, you had come to realize that you both were from different kingdoms, different statuses, different backgroundsāand most of all, you were even completely different species.
Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, Rafayel quickly added, āI know we come from different worlds, and I know Iām asking for much. But I canāt help how I feel. Please, just know that whatever happens, I want to be with you. I would never force you, but I can't stand the thought of losing you.ā Rafayel's grip on your hands tightened, his voice wavering with urgency āPlease, don't turn away from me.ā
What comes next doesnāt surprise him, but it shatters him all the same. A slow and solemn shake of your head. Itās not rejection, not entirely, but it still feels like a trident twisting in his chest. As the prince turns to leave, the melancholic melodies returnāthis time more desperate, more heart wrenching. But, he refuses to let this be the end. If you wouldnāt come with him, then he would come to you, over and over again. He would never pressure you, never force youābut he would wait. He would wait until you were ready, no matter how long it took, even if it took 800 years and more.
Prince!Rafayel, who lacks creativity when he returns to the capital, his eyes staying cloudy and dark. His paintings never seem to come out right. The crown prince feels pathetic but he canāt continue like this. A week after his return, he makes a vow to become someone worthy of your pride. To build a future that you could one day call your own.
Prince!Rafayel, who starts to dress more prim and proper as he attends meetings day and night. The crown prince sharpens his swordsmanship with newfound intensity and immerses himself in public affairs, ensuring his presence is known among the common folk. All the attention he has paid in the past years, he now shows.Ā
Prince!Rafayel, who spends his days between the castle, the training grounds, and the townātending to the common folk and organizing charity events. He travels from city to city, restructuring governments and personally connecting with the people. The crown prince never complainsānot when he stands in the same spot for hours, nor when sleepless nights leave him facing yet another grueling day ahead.
Prince!Rafayel, who visits you once every month. He doesnāt say much, never revealing his status and only asking about how you have been. He listens as you sing, lingering nearby, sometimes resting his head in your lap or simply lying close. The crown prince waits for you to drift off to sleep before he quietly leaves, savoring every moment spent with you to engrave into his head as he carries on with the weight of his royal duties.
Prince!Rafayel, who always brings things whenever he visits youāpaintings of yourself, intricately designed seashell jewelry, and even a photo album, waiting to be filled with future memories of the two of you. With every visit, your melodies grow lighter and more joyful, and sometimes, he tries to sing along too. Rafayel knows heāll never match your voice, but it doesnāt matter. Because in those moments, with laughter between the notes, itās a memory worth treasuring.
Prince!Rafayel, who slowly urges you to try living in the city nearby, which was where he first heard you singing, instead of moving straight to the capital. The townsfolk are kind to you and although some are scared, Rafayel makes sure you feel loved and not shunned away. The week you lived together with Rafayel in that cottage house felt like bliss.Ā
Prince!Rafayel, who already acts like a husband as you both go shopping for groceries, cook meals together and clean the house. Youāre surprised that heās not a spoilt brat being a crown prince and all but it makes you love him more. And Rafayel? He feels like every moment he sees you heās fallen in love with you all over again.
Prince!Rafayel, who eventually has to leave for royal duties and spends 3 days clinging onto you before his knights have to drag him away, earning a laugh from you. The city loves you, your melodies and songs cheering everyone up throughout their day as you live your own simple life.Ā
Prince!Rafayel, who tells you every time he visits that heās ready to marry you at any time, all you have to do is say. Heāll never force you, but he sure is annoying about itāmaking you seashell tiaras and painting you and him as king and queen. Yet, Rafayel knows his limits. Heāll push just enough to tease, never to truly annoy. Because now that heās found you, it feels as though his soul is whole. And if the world stood against you, heād stand against the world.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR 181 FOLLOWERS?!?!? HOLY SHIT!?!?!!!? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. @erensfeed this is for you hehe.Ā Sylus one coming in three days!! I love you guys and remember to stay delusional! (*Ā“ā`*)
Prince!Zayne x Librarian!fem reader
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Prince!Zayne, who has always been serious about his royal duties, paying attention to every class, every meeting, every charity work to attend to. Heās praised and loved by all, his professors, family members, generals, soldiers, commoners. The prince often visits the infirmary, with his broad knowledge in medicine, heās able to help greatly and also win the hearts of injured civilians and knights.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who got into medicine because his mother was a nurse and her dream was always to be a doctor but was unable to, so Zayne became a Doctor for his motherās happiness. The prince has a nickname by the common folk, āThe Crowned Doctorā, everywhere he went people would call him that.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who turned down every single marriage proposal, whether it be a recommendation from family or for politics. He believes that if it has anything to do with politics then he can make a peace agreement with other kingdoms without marrying and he always tells his family that he would like to focus on preparing to be the next king instead of worrying about small things like love.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who carries the weight of everyone's expectations. The army depends on his strategic thinking. The infirmary trusts in his skilled hands. The councilors look to him for his eloquence and wisdom. The prince, now nearing the end of his third decade, feels as though nothing has changed since he was 16āthe same heavy expectations still weighing on his shoulders.
Prince!Zayne, who visits the Imperial Library whenever his head throbs with stress or when he seeks answers hidden within the countless shelves of books. The prince feels grounded every time he sets foot inside. The scent of parchment and ink eases his mind, and the nice librarianāwho always seems to know where every single book isāmakes herself seem helpful without overstepping.
The quiet clicks of Zayne's shoes against the marble floor instantly calm him as he takes in the familiar, comforting sight of endless rows of shelves stretching across both floors. The elegant designs of white marble and gold linings serve the furthermore image of the Imperial Library.Ā
āWhat books are you looking for today, Prince Zayne?ā You say, emerging from behind the crescent-shaped reference desk.Ā
Zayne's lips tug into a barely noticeable smile. Just āPrince Zayneāāa simple title. Unlike everyone else, who calls him āThe Crown Princeā or āThe Crowned Doctor,ā you donāt dress him up in grand titles. Heās always hated those flashy names so when you say his name like that, heās never felt more at ease. There was a silent comfort between youāsomething unspoken, yet understood between only the both of you.Ā
āSomething thatāll take my mind off things.āĀ
Well, thatās a first. Zayne has never stepped back into the world of nonfiction since he turned 7. For as long as he could remember he had always been reading documents of medicine, war strategies, economics, politics, history, the list goes on and on.Ā
You raise your eyebrows in surprise for a moment before you start to think, āI think I know just the perfect thing for you.ā
Zayne follows you as you lead him to another section of the library, somewhere he has never been before. The Southern Wing is drastically different from the Eastern Wing. With wooden cutouts of mythical creatures and characters, it feels like a setting of the fairy tales his mother used to read him when he was a child.
You stop and scan the shelf in front of you, taking only a few seconds before recognizing the familiar title and spine of the thin book. Pulling it out and handing it to Zayne , you start to describe the basic plot, āThis book is about a little prince who finds a village boy who looks exactly like him. They switch with each other, both eager to see how the other person lives. And well, youāll have to read to find out more.ā
Zayne rips his gaze from you, looking at the sea green cover instead as he flips through the pages. With a small nod accompanied by a hint of a smile he walks out and youāre left alone in the world of books again.
It doesnāt even take three days before Zayne finds himself back in the library, his mind fullānot with thoughts that make his head throb, but with ones that bring him peace. He finds you with your nose buried in a book, sitting in the worst posture possible. Clearing his throat, Zayne quickly looks away as you snap upright, startled at being caught.
āOh! Prince Zayne! I didnāt see you there..ā Zayne looks back once he sees your now more composed state, though a little red in the cheeks.Ā
āIāve finished the book you recommended to me.ā He hands the sleek book to you, smiling as his gaze lingers on the cover. A sea green clothbound cover encases the whole book despite its thin width, hinting that it holds something special within.
āWhat did you think of it?ā You asked, a little hopeful as you stood up to return the book where it belonged. You werenāt sure if it would suit his tastes, but you hoped heād get lost in a world of adventures. To preoccupy him with someone elseās struggles instead of his own. To live fully through the main characters in books, without facing any of the dangers himself.Ā
In the story you recommended to Zayne, the two boys became sworn brothers. Despite their different upbringings and interests, they always stood by each other. They both were able to achieve their dreams in the endāthe village boy was able to rise into power and gain a high ranking while the prince ventured off into the faraway lands with the purpose of adventure.
āI was able to see a new perspective in things. I understand why you like to read these books now.ā The clicks of Zayne's shoes are much louder than the one on your feet but they both equally echo around the whole library, āBut Iād like to knowāwhy do you stay here? You have more than enough skill to aim for higher positions and grander titles.ā
āAs much as Iād love to experience the hardships and adventures of these protagonists, Iād much rather do so from the safe walls of this library. I know I might sound like a coward, but life is precious. I canāt just throw mine away. Especially not after everything the people I love have done to raise and protect me.āĀ
The cogs in Zayne's brain are turning faster than usual, trying to find the right words to respond to you. He wanted to comfort you, praise you, and somehow do it all at once.
Just as Zayne opened his mouth to speak, the massive doors of the Imperial Library swung open with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the vast halls, startling you both. Zayne's personal knight rushed over as he fell to his knee when he approached Zayne,
āI apologize for the interruption, Your Royal Highness, but urgent matters require your attention, Crown Prince.āĀ
Zayne nods as the knight stands up and straightens before walking out. Zayne turns back around to face you, his eyes softening from his earlier serious demeanor, āI hope youāll have more books for me the next time Iām here. You seem to know my tastes.āĀ
As the prince walks off into the distance you follow suit. You werenāt following him or sending him off. You had to be back to the reference counter either way! However, just when Zayne's about to step out of the library, he holds the door and his body lingers for a few seconds before turning back to you for the last time.Ā
āI would like to know more about your world. I hope youāll allow me to.ā
Prince!Zayne, who spends most of his day thinking about you even as heās attending to the urgent matters of some rebels in the North. As the prince lies down in bed he realizes that youāve been occupying his mind for the past few months. Your smile. Your gaze. The way you speak and the way you act when you think no one can see you. It makes Zayne smile as he drifts off to sleep with a mental image of you.
Prince!Zayne, who fulfills his duty as the crown prince, arranging troops and strategies to take down the rebel group, but also showing the people in that village compassion by giving them more food and care. He avoids the library for now, wanting to visit you only when he can fully focus on you and not other stressful affairs.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who slept for almost an entire day after easing the kingdomās troubles and solving the rising inflation. He had spent days without rest, traveling to the main cities to calm the common people. But as he woke up that night and saw the moon, full and shining brighter than ever, he couldnāt resist freshening up and heading to the Imperial Library, with hopes that you were still there.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who felt his heart flutter for the first time when he found you asleep, surrounded by books, your head resting on the counter as you sat in your chair. He didnāt wake you up that night. The prince draped his royal robe over you, the rich satin shimmering in the moonlight as he carefully picked up the book your head rested on. Looking at the cover he started to read it, making sure to put a bookmark in where you had left off.Ā
Prince!Zayne, whoās halfway through the book when you start to stir awake. You were rightly surprised to see him sitting on the floor, reading the same book you were, and in your sleepy state, you accidentally hit him. You apologized, and he did too, and it was surprisingly cute how you both said sorry about different things. That night, the two of you spent time talking and listening, watching the moon together.
Prince!Zayne, who now visits you everyday instead of his usual once a week. Though he never finishes your book recommendations in that timeframe, he always talks to you about themāhis thoughts, questions, and views. And he always asks about yours too, interested in your perspective.
Prince!Zayne, who whenever he ventures out to different cities or outside land always remembers to bring a book from that placeāwhen he had to go to the Northern lands and negotiate a peace treaty with them, he asked for a few popular books of their homeland. Whether it be fairy tales, fantasy stories or nonfiction. He would accept it all and bring it back to you.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who arranges his schedules so he has one whole day of just reading in the Imperial Library with you. The rest of his week is packed full to the brim now, but he can power through with the knowledge that youāll always be waiting for him in your shared sanctuary.Ā
Prince!Zayne, who promises you that one day heāll make you queen. Youāll be able to read every book in the world, live every adventure and experience every story. And if you ever wanted to experience an adventure for yourself, heād drop the crown in an instant to venture out with you, ensuring your safety and protection. He has yet to say it, but he hopes you know how much he loves you.
A/N: Rafayel's fic being posted within the next three days! I should've posted this yesterday but well, life. Also I was binging AOT, that's my bad. š THANK YOU GUYS FOR 172 FOLLOWERS?!?!?!? HELLO!?!!?!?!? ILY GUYS SO MUCH <3333333
Dividers by @mikeykuns
